Rhosgobel Rabbits Novels & Stories

I exclaim as I notice a huge fat rabbit hopping off to another trail that disappears in a thick forest . "I see it but we are not going that trail Bloom ,"my wolf refuses. "C'mon ! Let's just try ,"I whine trying to convince my wolf . "Fine ,"she agrees with a sigh and we slowly slip away and follow the rabbit . I run through the thick bushes as it hops to only god knows where. It disappears into a thick hole that has a steep slope . "I think we should turn back now ,"my wolf gives up . "Yeah it does look dangerous ,"I agree peering down the slope looking at the thick white rabbit .

Rabbit looked at Hogster’s wounded head smugly. “Oh, I thought you were very strong. So, this is what a member of a strong guild is like. Maybe I thought too highly of you. With that ability, you might as well be a farmer!” Rabbit taunted Hogster. On the other hand, Carlos was shocked. He had heard that this rabbit was very strong, but this was beyond his imagination. Hogster was still in a daze. He clutched his head and glowered at Rabbit. Just as he was about to speak, something big appeared in Rabbit’s hand. He was shocked when he saw the object clearly. It was a huge hammer.

Two more guards stood at attention outside the carriage house, their expressions unreadable as Ethan and Falcone approached. Pushing open the door, Ethan stepped inside, and what greeted him was far from what he expected. The carriage house had been transformed into a rabbit haven, housing around a hundred. Adorable Holland Lops, Harlequins, tiny Hermelins, and fluffy Angoras—all were nestled in their own miniature houses. The space had been carefully designed to include a large fenced pasture that served as a communal area for the rabbits to socialize, their soft fur contrasting sharply with the hardened atmosphere outside.

Zayne had certainly not thought about the consequences of joking with a vengeful person like Jay. Jay abruptly had an idea and said, “Do you know what kind of rabbit that is?” Zayne said, “It doesn’t really matter. It’s just a rabbit anyway.” “This breed of rabbit is very rare. It looks like a Dwarf Hotot, but it’s not. This rabbit can be used as medicine for the body—especially for fetal protection, cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, and blood diseases. It also has other miraculous effects.” When Zayne heard the words ‘fetal protection’, his eyes shot out a greedy light. He started to scratch himself restlessly.

Hundreds of them. They didn’t look exactly like the rabbits back home. They were about the same size — brown, black and a few white ones — with long, floppy ears, but they had elongated faces, and instead of a pom-pom tuft, a pinkish stub for a tail. They didn’t hop, either. More scurried about. “Aw!” said Flossie. She walked up to the nearest one and picked it up. She picked it up! I was stunned. If it was going to be this easy we’d have five daggers each by sundown.

He keeps the rabbit pelt in his helmet, and occasionally I catch a glimpse of impossibly white fur. When we stop for the night, deciding to camp out under the stars on a remote shoreline, I wait until Nash is a sleep before rolling over and pulling out my phone to call Arnold. He’s been a great lifeline to me, especially now that my parents are gone. “What do you know about moon rabbits?” I ask. “They’re incredibly rare,” Arnold tells me. “They’re only born during a lunar solstice and they only appear to shifters with pure hearts.” “Are they always white?” I ask.

The rabbit anxiously asked her as she pulled her ears down making a total cute image in front of the viewer. Hellion blinked her eyes and said. “ Can I touch those?” She pointed her finger on her ears expectantly. The rabbit shook her head and drilled herself on the wall. Hellion retracted her arm, disappointed. Xegris then appeared behind him and glanced at the trembling rabbit lady. He raised his brows at Hellion and then pulled his attention towards the innkeeper. “We’d like to check out.” He said with a smile.

More resolved. When I returned to the bedroom, I noticed the rumpled state of the bed. The sheets still smelled faintly of Sylvan's rain-forest scent, mingled with the sour hint of wolfsbane whiskey and salt from my tears. "Martha?" I called, stepping into the hallway. She appeared from downstairs. "Yes, Dr. Bennett?" "Could you change the bedding, please? And..." I hesitated. "How are the rabbits doing?" Martha's face brightened. "Oh, wonderful news about that! I found another pack healer who can take them all – the mother and her babies. She specializes in small prey animals and says they'll have a proper habitat."

Um? I stopped when I saw a strange animal behind Marga. It is a cute rabbit with a strange color pair of eyes and fur. Its plumage can change color as well as the eyes. How did it get stuck in this place? The rabbit stared at me, and I stared back intensely. I was slightly stunned when I sensed a little spiritual energy in the bizarre rabbit. Without a second thought, I approached the cage and touched the metal then used readings on the rabbit. I was stunned when I saw the rabbit’s world of origin. A place I have never been to. I wonder what world the rabbit came from. The rabbit also stared at me with a shocked expression.

"Mommy, Daddy and I picked her out together! I named her Sera. Do you like her?" I looked down. Inside the iron cage, the rabbit was huddled tight. Its fur was pure white, but its eyes were bottomless pits of black. "Pet her, Mommy. Sera is such a sweet girl." I forced a smile and reached out my hand. The next second, the rabbit lunged, sinking its incisors deep into my fingertip. A sharp pain shot through my hand. Golden Elven blood instantly welled up, and the rabbit began to lap it up greedily.